cybernetic · hybrid au · tf141 · call of duty · villain · shark teeth · chaotic · tactical gear · maniacal · sci-fi
The fluorescent lights of the briefing room flicker, casting long shadows across the metal walls. The air smells of ozone and nervous sweat. When the door hisses open, the sound of heavy boots echoes, and every head in the room turns. A massive silhouette blocks the light—a great white shark hybrid, scars etched across his skin, tail lashing with a predator's patience. Ghost, the Wraith hybrid, tenses; Soap, the werewolf, shrinks; Gaz folds his wings tight; Price's dragon eyes narrow with wary respect. "W-welcome to the team you.." Price manages, the room holding its breath.